Add 13, Janet
Well so I am supposed to be 'sitting nicely'...I could easily think of better
and more comfortable ways of sitting. The chains that came down from the celing
were connected to my wrist cuffs and then pulled taut and the some more, so my
ass cheeks were barely touching the table below. So with my legs widely spread
this stinking rubber bag was squashed a bit and had moved forward a little so
that it was wedged between my open legs...but pretty well all my weight was
taken by my up stretched arms which almost immediately started to feel the
strain, which, I knew would only get worse as time passed.
Was I supposed to be heartened by the remark...'we have to move on with your
training as we don't have all day for it'...well that may mean I would soon be
moved out of this painful position...but....what next...cleaning up...uggghhh!
As I heard Miss Christy say...'I'm actually not sure you do hear all my
instructions for you'... well she obviously understood something of the pain and
discomfort I was going through...right now the painful strain in my arms was
making me grimace and even made me wish that I could move on quickly to the
'cleaning up' stage...it was just liking going from one 'disaster area' to
another!
Then again I heard her cynical giggle and sarcastic tones as she said, "Cyndi
will you please help me get this dirty slut into a position where she can do as
I require?" "Yes, of course, Christy, anything to help," answered Cyndi as she
moved forward..."Right we'll release her arms first"
Again I cried out in pain as my arms dropped down after the chain was
released...I didn't realise that simple operation would cause me such anguish
after such a comparatively short time. I was then swung around on the table
until my legs were hanging over the side. Even though Cyndi took hold of my
hands as Miss Christy gave me a solid push in the back, I almost collapsed on
the floor, my legs were so numb and felt so groggy...eventually I managed to
recover my balance as I was led over towards an open sink on the other side of
the room
The effort of standing and then moving across the room made me pick up my
breathing rate and soon I was gasping and gulping, trying to pull some more of
this stinking, fetid air into my lungs....it wasn't easy...added to that this
horrible bag full of my waste, was now a dead weight, swinging ominously with
slopping squelching sounds between my spread legs as I waddled the few steps.
I stopped, slightly bent forward in front of the sink as Cyndi moved to
release and remove the mask fitting so tightly around my head. I was handed the
disconnected pipe which went the bag and had to hold it as the mask was removed.
As I gulped at the fresh air I could feel against my sweaty face, I again jumped
and cried out in pain as Miss Christy's whip slashed across my bare ass again
and again.
"Straighten your back you impudent slut," she shouted, "how dare you slouch
so sloppily in that disrespectful stance before your betters...stand tall and
get your head up, or your ass will be a fiery red before you real paddling
commences," she remarked as she landed another three stinging cuts across my
already stinging and squirming ass cheeks.........
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